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“You said a lot of things.” I turn my face, and a humorous sound leaves my throat. “A lot, a lot of things really...” He clicks his tongue.
“When you asked me if a convenience marriage shouldn’t, in the first place, be convenient.”
“You said it would be... For you and me.”
“I can’t think of anything more convenient than having sex with my hot wife, can you?”
“I also remember you saying with all the letters that you didn’t need a wife to fuck!”
“And I don’t! But I want to fuck my wife, and being able to do that is really very convenient.”
“You’re an idiot...”
“And you married me, babe... What does that say about you?” I laugh and touch our foreheads.
“I’m not very smart, am I?”
“Well... You managed to fool me for a while...”
“That doesn’t mean I’m smart, it’s just that you’re very stupid...”
“It’s one way of looking at things.”
“It’s the only way to see things.” He shrugs.
“And what do we do now?”
“Now we make the next two years very, very convenient.” His voice sounds slurred, and his tongue licks my lips slowly, making me feel it right between my legs.
“And how are we gonna do that?” One of my eyebrows is raised and I have a crooked smile on my mouth.
“I have some ideas.” I close my eyes, wanting to forget the words, but there’s a question that needs to be asked before this conversation is over.
“What if at some point it stops working? What if it stops working, Marcos?”
“Then, we sit down and talked exactly as we are doing now, this is called being an adult Antonella” he teases.
“And I had no idea you were capable of this feat,” I answer the pin getting back to him and he laughs.
“Do we have a deal, wife?”
“You want to be friends with benefits? For as long as our marriage lasts?”
“We want... Take some responsibility, Antonella” he asks, suddenly becoming serious.I nod, agreeing, and he relaxes again. “I can even stand your company when you’re not moaning...” He jokes and I punch his arm, he laughs. “You see? It’s because of those kinds of things that when you’re not moaning, I just tolerate your company.”
“Go to hell, Marcos!”
“No way! I just got out of there!” The hands slide down my back inside the large shirt, groping it, completely naked. Oh, God!
“Isabella can’t know.” I can hold on to what little is left of my conscience long enough to say these all-important words.Immediately, Marcos stops his teasing touches and frowns.
“What?”
“About us, Marcos... Isabella can’t now!” I bring my hands to his cheeks and hold his face between my palms, keeping his gaze directed to mine.
“She already knows we got married, Antonella... What difference does it makes?”
“The difference is that you’re her mother’s husband. She’s a child, but she’s not an idiot, Marcos. Isabella has asked me why we don’t kiss, why we sleep in separate rooms...She understands those boundaries and we better keep it that way!”
